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source:
HALF A DOZEN BALLADS FOR AUSTRALIAN EMIGRANTS
DSMA821/P
1853 London

SITE SOURCE: GOLD, EMIGRATION AND FREE SELECTION

A Ballad For The Gold Diggers

Luck boys luck! A nugget of gold
Big as my fist in the blest black mould
Luck! A gallon of bright yellow grains
Dotted like stars in the white quartz veins

Luck? Can I keep it by wallowing in vice –
Fighting and swearing and drinking and dice?
D’ye call that luck? No luck could be worse
Than picking up nuggets that brought such a curse!

Luck? My luck is good luck let it be –
Blessings for others, and plenty for me;
Comfort without, and contentment within,
Uncurst by folly, unconquered by sin

Luck! Good luck! This hillock shall give
My sisters in Ayrshire enough while they live,
And haply bring father, and mother and all,
From want and the workhouse to Liberty Hall

Luck! In your little heap there hide
My farm and its fields on a green hillside
With flocks, and bairns, and the braw wee wife,
And – God’s good grace on a good man’s life